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  Our Psycho-Mythic Descent Here we are Stuck inside this weave You and I Underneath a hum that's ever tightening down, down, down Ever tightening down. Through the glass As if in an ocean Waiting here Always failing to remember who we were, were, were I wonder who we were. You look at me But your eyes are empty In the dark With the silver metal blooming in your mind, mind, mind Blooming in your mind. And the storm Rages on the outside While we sleep Watching all the shattered fragments floating by, by, by Fragments floating by. Here we are Caught inside the amber You and me Leaving all the ghosts of who we used to be, be, be Who we used to be. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe t...
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A Facilitator of Enlightenment

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In our journey through life, we may find ourselves entangled in a metaphorical cave, our understanding of reality confined to the shadows projected on the walls. Merchants who prosper on our want of prosperity and opportunistic wealth cast these phantoms of reality, manipulating our senses for their gain. Yet, in a moment of profound revelation, you break free, grasping the truth that the world beyond the cave is the actual reality. That is the enlightenment that unveils the fleeting nature of worldly games.

Upon your return to the cave, the opportunity of your leadership is not simply to announce the existence of the alternative world but to dismantle the illusions holding your peers and community in ignorance. Your task is to illuminate the mechanisms of their conditioning, patiently working to dispel their fabricated values and entrenched misconceptions.

In your transformative context, leadership is a conduit for awakening, a medium for cultivating mindfulness and resilience. It is not enough to merely recommend a course of action or identify the shackles and obstructions. Leaders must unravel the underpinnings of these constraints, sparking a collective resolve towards transformative action. The possibilities to illuminate the pathway towards a new reality and foster the desire for self-transformation.

Leaders must embody the role of teachers, guiding others towards enlightenment and transforming the world, even if only one person at a time.


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